The smell of dried oranges and apricot brandy

There used to be a gap between moments imagined and moments lived; sometimes it still grins with all the might of its wide mouth, a toothy slit, oozing light-hearted pity for the mortal hopes I held. Scenes congealing into a precipitate of memories that only exist through the human power of expectation And I walked … Continue reading The smell of dried oranges and apricot brandy